Thursday, January 3, 2013

My beautiful wife,
Lizzie, died seven years ago. The grief almost killed me, but I have at last
accepted. Her only legacy to me is her undying love, and the most precious gift
on earth – our daughter Joan. I treasure her so much, and I would do anything for
her. Well, that’s what I have done. She has everything in this whole wide wild
world.

Nonetheless, Jo is just
like any other delinquent. Even after giving her the best education, the most
luxurious life – an epitome of envy by her peers – all what she could do was
rob me. I wish I could understand, but how could she?

When she was kidnapped
three weeks ago and her abductors demanded ten million shillings ransom, I did
not hesitate. I could even give the whole world to secure her release.

However, even after paying the ransom her
abductors didn’t keep their part of the bargain. That was until today in the
morning when she came with tears on her eyes and confessed.

“It was Rob,” she cried. “My boyfriend. We
cooked everything up. Dad, am so sorry I stole from you.” Like she was
contrite.